Noise Pollution 2

Friend, something is wacky
I mean speculating on petrole-diesel fray..
Three, four, and more wheels on noisy dusty dirt
Whizzing, chasing, horning nonstop
Let a day even twentyeight hours
Up and down, sky and land
Accompanied by Microphones' summit
Publically broadcasted through cinematic loudspeakers
Befriending piously the pantheons
On its way the homely Televisions, transistors
Loud, louder and at the loudest
Dispersed decibels refusing to kiss the tympanium...
Friend, do you hear me? No..? No..?
Ho, that's the deadly heart-throbbing noise-pollution

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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